Not to soil it with a fleeting moment of passion. And the fact you haven’t given in to your desires shows how important your relationship to your fa...her is.”As I spoke, this strange guilt rippled through me. There was a version of myself that had cheated on Steve with Marissa. In another life, one where I couldn’t admit my bisexual nature, I had continued my relationship with Marissa after committing to Steve. That wasn’t the current me. I was a different version, but in me was the potential to. A slim woman of around 165 cm with short, brown hair. A pretty woman, but not an extraordinarily beautiful woman. A woman one hardly would notice, unless she was suddenly smiling. She took a short sip and opened a third button. She knew that any person across the street would be able to see her bra now. Not that is was any big sensation. Most women wear them. Yet she felt daring. She put the glass down and then opened the remaining few buttons and pulled the tails out of her descent grey. Closing her eyes; she relived that first night she had shared with Bradley. The Images were so vivid. They filled her mind and she felt as if he was there with her. “I’ll never forget the feel of you sinking your cock into me for the first time. It was on the wooden floor in your hallway. We didn’t even make it to the bedroom. I guess the scar on my shoulder will forever be a reminder of that. Who’d of thought a tiny little splinter could cause so much damage.” (Giggling) “Not that we let an. Not until one of the freshmen teases me, “Oooo, the dreamboat of the English department is caking with a hottie.”I don’t know the full connotation of the word ‘caking,’ but I correct my posture and saunter into the classroom. “Don’t be an ass, Jeff. I can’t be the dreamboat of the English Department. I don’t have tenure.” A week passes without dreams as if the white hotness of that last one melted the rest. I catch up with my grading, catch up with my research, catch up with friends at the.